[He suddenly becomes very aware of her hand in his when she squeezes back, a tension in her fingers that nearly seems to quake. It makes something inside his chest swell up larger, squishing his lungs and pressing down on his stomach.]

[Cerulean, at least, starts to relax fractionally when they get far enough away that he can no longer hear the other Ryoko's voice, or hear his parents calling back out for him. Though, notably, even these visions of his parents do not follow them very far before they stop and stand and watch. When Glasswing finally speaks, he squeezes her hand back in acknowledgement before glancing behind them.]

Looks like it. My parents, too.